Bo Shiyu was really furious this time!!
This inhuman man actually taught her how to use a gun and a knife while he was away! !
Fortunately, the little girl is a little bit stupid. If she were a smart person in her previous life, wouldn't she be able to learn it right away?
The father and son had a heated argument in the study because of this.
Bo Shiyu's face was gloomy, and his tone was very unhappy: "I'm only going to be out for a day, and you're already teaching her these unorthodox things. You think you won't be happy if you don't teach her bad things, right?"
Bo Yanzhou listened to him calmly, then turned to look at him: "Are you done?"
The young boy frowned.
The CEO scoffed, tapping his fingers on the tabletop in his boss chair. He sneered and leaned back, "Get out when you're done."
"I'm telling you how to teach your children without you having to tell me. Even if you're in your rebellious phase, a son still has to behave like a son!"
"Do you really think your father is someone who is easy to talk to?"
Of course Bo Shiyu knew that he was not a good person and it was difficult to talk to him!
But, so what?
In his previous life, he respected him very much. In order to live up to his expectations and become a qualified heir, he never dared to slack off. But what happened in the end?
What did you get in return?
In exchange for a pair of broken legs, in exchange for a tragic death in the basement, in exchange for the words: "She is still young, don't blame her!!!"
Bo Zhuzhu still has a chance to redeem herself in this life, so he will lend a helping hand if he can!
But what about Bo Yanzhou?
Based on the responsibility of a father, it would be fine if he didn't try hard to guide his children!
They also teach children how to play with guns and hold knives! !
The eight-year-old boy stared at him with bloodshot eyes. He took a deep breath, regained his senses, and sobered up a little. He looked at the man in front of him wearing a black shirt and with an indifferent expression.
He shouted hoarsely, "Father, Zhuzhu is different from us. She is simple, kind, and naive, like a blank sheet of paper without a single speck of ink! As for the Bo family, it may seem glamorous, but what about their reality?"
“Father, what’s the difference between what you’re doing and dragging her into the mud?”
The study was silent, with only a desk lamp on. The man sitting in the boss chair had an expression that made it hard to tell whether he was happy or angry.
The two of them fell silent.
Suddenly the door opened a tiny gap, and the light from outside came through the gap: "Dad, pot!"
The father and son looked at each other in surprising tacit understanding.
The small gap in the open door had been stuffed with a milk ball at some point.
The little baby had just taken a bath, and the hair on her head was a little frizzy because it was wet and blown by the hair dryer. She was wearing a pink ruffled nightgown with airplane sleeves, and her hair on her forehead was fluffy and slightly curled. She was holding a white teddy bear in her hands, and from a distance she looked like a doll.
Seeing her brother and father looking over, Zhuzhu pointed at the door and said, "Knock on the door~"
The long drawn-out baby voice sounded like she was acting coquettishly, and the father and son both calmed down their anger by tickling her.
Bo Shiyu turned around and smiled. He went over to rub the little baby's head. Seeing the little guy's "silly and cute" look, he couldn't help but rub Zhuzhu's face again.
"Zhuzhu isn't watching cartoons downstairs, why is she here?"
Fat Mushroom skillfully nudged himself into the arms of his own son Guoguo, tilted his head back and said crisply, "Zhuzhu, if you have something to ask, come to Daddy!"
The brother and sister were clearly at odds with each other when they first met, but now they are getting along well after just a short while?
Bo Yanzhou looked at his adopted son's "little trick" and snorted coldly, then stood up, pushed away his chair, walked around the desk, and strode forward.
Then, he calmly pushed his adopted son aside, picked up Tuanzi and put him in his arms. He raised his eyebrows provocatively at his adopted son and asked, "What's the matter?"
Bo Shiyu: “…”
The young boy with his back to him suddenly turned cold, and gave Bo Yanzhou a fierce look with his sidelong glance.
When he turned around again, a hypocritical smile was already on his face.
Zhuzhu didn't know about the complicated relationship between her father and brother. She rubbed her eyes, put her arms around Bo Yanzhou's neck and rubbed it.
The little guy's eyes lit up as if he had thought of something, and even his little baby voice became excited.
"Daddy, are we still going to play biubiu tomorrow?!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the temperature in the study, which had been rising, suddenly dropped.
Bo Shiyu's heart sank. He glared at Bo Yanzhou with gritted teeth, then looked at the little girl in the arms of that bastard with a fake smile: "Zhuzhu, do you like shooting guns?"
This is a key question, and even Bo Yanzhou subconsciously looked at the doll in his arms.
Based on what Bo Shiyu had just said to him, he had a vague selfish motive.
But for him personally, he hopes that the kid can protect himself, so naturally he hopes that she will say she likes him.
"I don't like it~" a soft and delicate voice sounded.
The little guy was like a cat with drooping ears, humming and lying on Bo Yanzhou's shoulder.
Shooting a gun is not as fun as watching Peppa Pig...
But~
"But Zhuzhu wants to protect Daddy and Guoguo!"
The little girl's voice was usually soft and not intimidating at all, but when she said this sentence, she was extremely serious and firm!
With a loud "bang", the ears of the father and son were buzzing.
Bo Yanzhou's pupils shrank, his expression extremely complicated...
He had learned how to use a gun since he was a child, but it was only for self-protection. But this little girl learned how to use a gun... was it for him?
The man's slender hands unconsciously brought the little guy into his arms, with mixed feelings in his heart.
He stared at Zhuzhu motionlessly, as if trying to find any trace of acting on her face.
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